Doctor Salima, as said, had spent a lot of time at the feet of the simple, white painted bed, in which once the most famous British patient lay, following the small movements of his lean chest with her dark eyes. She remembered her experiences from childhood and wondered if the man from the bed in front of her also managed to create a similar world in her head. Every time she dealt with a patient who woke up from a coma, she asked them about their feelings from the time they were in this very state. And she was disappointed when the sole reply she got was: "well, I knew that my family was near me, I couldn't tell them anything but I certainly herd their voices". This was a known phenomenon – comatose patients were often capable of realizing the presence of the people around them, if only they weren't sunk in the coma deep but no one she had to do with – not that there were that many of them – reported a vision of the world conjured up by their very imagination. They could be only embarrassed to talk about similar things but later, when Salima signed up on the Internet medical boards (and to be honest, there were also some boards devoted to the paranormal, found among them), she didn't find almost any mentions which would confirm her belief that every comatose patient creates a world in their own head, to soothe the solitude they experience trapped under the dome of their own skull, having just their thoughts as the sole company.

Or maybe it was all about time you spent in a coma. Maybe the fantasy needed time to be able to develop and a mere few days or even weeks wasn't enough. If it was true, then the man known under the name of James Matthew Barrie had a lot of time for this, condemned eternally to the solitude of the white room the silence of which was broken only by the sounds uttered by the machines to which he was attached.

These were the memories floating in the doctor's head when she was making her way to her home, after the revelation she experienced, to share it with the Neverland young exiles. She wasn't going to tell them about what she saw in the portal connecting both the worlds and about the knowledge that out of a sudden flew down on her – they had to see it on their own. Salima blessed her curiosity that made her ponder the possibility of different worlds existing in other people's heads, which in some circumstances, could turn real. If not this curiosity, she wouldn't have been in the room taken by Barrie then, when she saw the portal opening. She had already finished her work then and was to go but decided to spend some minutes in there more, when it opened before her eyes. And then… something like… opened in her own head too, like she got a new, different awareness of what was happening. She was going to show it to the Lost children now

The aforementioned were now climbing the steps of the stairs leading to the hospital. Only this small distance was separating the from the truth the white room kept. Only three steps more, now the two… now only one step – and they were already in, craning their necks tanned by the Neverland sun to catch a look of the inside of the building. Salima took the precautions, making the new personalities for them in the case someone of the hospital staff was going to start a conversation with them on their family they knew from the every year gatherings in their relative's room, but it seemed that, at least for now, nobody disturbed them. They were taking fast steps on the floor of the hospital, passing by the other patients and nurses, to get to the room as fast as possible. The apathetic gaze of them swept the children for a short moment but it was all. They covered the distance of the next meters of the floor, the next stairs – and they were before the door of the room taken by Mr. Barrie.

Wendy reached her hand out and turned the knob. The door opened with a soft noise. They entered the room, once more taking a look at the man lying in the bed. The doctor pulled the key from the pocket of her frock and closed the door. They had to be alone and any company wasn't something they needed at that time. A company could only destroy everything.

The sight before them didn't change, like eternally frozen in time. There were fresh flowers in a vase standing on one of the tables – the one standing near the bed – and someone changed James Barrie's faded blue pajamas for the new ones, dark grey with big buttons but aside from this, all looked just as same as before. And as before, the only movement and sound in the room were those of the chest of Jimmy moving up and down thanks to the life support machine and the utterance of the machine. The freshly shaved face of the man was peaceful. Everything looked normal. There were no sign of manifestations of the shreds of memory of the dying man, which now, at the last weeks of his life, were materializing, manifesting in the physical form. No cold air, no ice statues, no items bringing associations of the winter when Jimmy's life changed, like the gloves which out of a sudden appeared in the Mermaid Lagoon in Neverland. Did it still exist? Probably not and if they stayed in there, they would be destroyed by the forces destroying it as well, not solving the mystery of their creator, at whom they were looking now in silent fascination, wondering what sort of mystery this sleeping body could hide, like a shell hiding a pearl the existence of which you can't guess until you open it.

It was time for the answer. The children's eyes directed towards Salima's face. The woman understood this silent question. She licked her lips painted with a ruby lipstick which was already almost gone and opened her mouth. She was speaking for the next five minutes and when she finished, the children knew there was one lawyer to this amazing story they became a part of which more than they could ever expect.

Salima reconciled herself to the fate awaiting her young friends. She liked them though she didn't know them for long. Jimmy was to fall in the arms of death soon and they were to follow him. She only didn't know how it would look like. Being a doctor, she was familiar with death and how it looked like in ordinary people but the children she knew weren't mere mortals. She had no idea if they were to just vanish in the thin air, like the flames of candles in the wind, sink into a coma like their "father" did or just die like real people. If this last scenario was to confirm, she would have to deal with a duty of doing something with the bodies. She would also have to explain people that it wasn't she who killed them. And who they were - because the research would prove the children weren't certainly the family members of Mr. James Barrie in any way. Salima didn't share those fears with the children who even didn't devote any thought to this duty she would be left with if they died – they were just children, not paying too much attention to this less pleasant and more prosaic side of life – but now, after what she saw in the room, she came to think the rescue did exist in spite of everything.

It was the portal made of bluish mist, mysterious like all portals that lead to unknown worlds but having in this very case one mystery more. During Salima's fight to get rid of the feeling seeping into her brain that she should enter the gate to Neverland opening before her when she suddenly saw this image coming out of the portal. And this knowledge which filled her head added to it, making her at one moment realize everything. This sudden outburst of knowledge in her mind didn't resemble telepathy as she had imagined it to be. It was just prosaic knowledge – like the one that there comes summer after spring, that one can die of a heart attack, that she had a brother who lived in Liverpool as a businessman, so down to earth that if it was he instead of her who witnessed all those events, he would go to the closest psychiatric clinique asking for locking him up because he got crazy (Salima wouldn't be surprised if it turned out Jimmy based Wendy's devoid of imagination father on him). But in spite of its being so ordinary, it was shocking enough for her. And the bigger shock was who this voice delivering her all this knowledge on what was happening belonged to. And the biggest shock out of all, was for her the extent of power this person had over the portals and everything.

" So he told me to take you all in here because he can control the portals." – finished Salima, smiling a smile which for a moment made her look younger, almost as if she wasn't much older than the children who were surrounding her and the only reason for which on the faces of whom no look of shock was not reflecting, was that they were already too used to all those strange situations at the center of which they found themselves. They already got too indifferent to them to express the feelings they held, as intensive as they were.

"And it means we'll be able to go to Neverland through one"? – asked Tootles.

"Yes. We have to wait for the opening of it. It won't last long".

They sat on the floor, waiting, all but for Cubby who, unable to stand the pressure of the expectation, came to the window, drawing the blue curtains out to take a look of the world beyond the hospital.

"Look, the portal is opening" – whispered Salima, pointing at the phenomenon starting before their eyes. The mist was twirling between the bed of Jimmy and the window, twitching slightly. It was the size of a door, maybe a bit bigger. But when they stood up to enter the portal, already starting to feel the call which made them come through it, when someone knocked the door and a male voice was heard:

"Salima? Are you there?"

"it's doctor Kimball" – whispered the aforementioned in a silent voice. That was good they closed the door indeed. No one could disturb them at this very moment. Oblivious to the knocking and to anything, silently, one by one, they slid through the portal which twirled for a moment after the last of them – Slightly – came through it, only to disperse in the air. They came through the portal to face the ultimate answer for all of their questions and problems delivered to them by the man who contacted Salima in such an unusual way. By James Matthew Barrie.